Messin’ With My Cru lyrics

Messing with my cru
Messing with my cru
We will kill you
We will kill you

You don't have a f*cking clue
(Clue)
What we came to do
What we came to do
You don't have a f*cking clue
What we came to do
What we came to do

Ha, I roll on your doo like bamboo
Man listen, Aknel stay in condition like shampoo
There ain't a man who can handle
Once I back slap you or clap you
Bullets in your skin like a tatoo

Now back to reality, you ain't as bad as me
I get down for my clan till they call me your majesty
n*gga fat as me still f*ck with strategy
My di*k stuck way up where her blatter be
But that don't matter see, I'll serve your ass like Andre Agassi

f*ck tennis, you dealing with a straight menace
Wailing on your ass like Venice
Well uh, got it sewn like a tailor
Float like a sailor, truck like a trailor
Scope with the [Incomprehensible]
All the above I've done the like Australia